Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Content warning; comedic mentions of r*pe
Ji Wenfeng finished off the scumb*gs who weren’t following the script properly, led Lu Rong into his room, put his schoolbag on the coffee table, and pointed to the beanbag chair opposite: “You can sit there and do your homework.”
“Okay.” Lu Rong put down his schoolbag, sat down on the floor with him, and took out his homework.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was the scratching of the pen on the paper.
Lu Rong had never done his homework in Ji Wenfeng’s room. Usually, Ji Wenfeng would rush into his room like he was in a hurry to be reborn, and then do some improper things.
Thinking of Ji Wenfeng’s usual behavior of spraying people with water guns and forcibly demanding the “Calabash Brothers Service Pack” from both sides of the strait, Lu Rong couldn’t help but look up and steal a glance at him. Ji Wenfeng sat on a beanbag chair, pen in hand, elegantly working on his test paper. His hair, long from not having been cut for over two months, hung down, half-covering his beautiful eyes. His face was taut, exuding the air of a refined, otherworldly nobleman…
His heart skipped a beat.
The aloof, icy student council president, truly the best!
Ji Wenfeng glanced up, calmly surveying him: “What?”
Lu Rong snapped out of his reverie, pushing his English textbook towards him: “…This cloze test is a bit difficult.”
Ji Wenfeng took it, quickly skimming the questions. “The answer is C. Because…”
Lu Rong couldn’t help but lean closer, obediently listening to his explanation. As he listened, his gaze unconsciously fell on his profile. The boy’s profile was unbelievably delicate, and even his English voice, which didn’t involve spraying water, was incredibly sexy…
“Want me to explain it to you again?” Ji Wenfeng suddenly asked.
Lu Rong: “…Huh?”
“I don’t think you listened to anything just now.” Ji Wenfeng said casually, a mischievous yet ambiguous smile flashing in his stern eyes. “Is my face that good-looking?”
Lu Rong: “…”
Lu Rong blushed and retreated to his seat, clutching his test paper.
“Ask if you don’t understand.” Ji Wenfeng’s cold voice contained a hint of tenderness that no one else knew.
“Hmm…”
In order not to go downstairs to eat and interrupt the private time between the aloof, icy student council president and the shy, sweet secretary, Ji Wenfeng and Lu Rong asked the cook to bring their food to their bedroom that night.
After finishing dinner and homework, Ji Wenfeng instructed Lu Rong, “Go take a shower and get ready for bed.”
Lu Rong feigned reluctance, “President, I didn’t bring a change of clothes…”
Ji Wenfeng took out one of his own t-shirts, “Just put the ones you took off in the laundry basket.”
Lu Rong took the t-shirt, went into the shower, and soon came out wearing Ji Wenfeng’s trendy t-shirt. The long t-shirt dragged down to his thighs, revealing two long, slender, white legs.
Ji Wenfeng glanced at them quickly. The boy’s legs were straight and long, with several old scars that stood out against his fair skin, making one unable to resist imagining what kind of abuse those slender legs had suffered. Although the probability of bumps and bruises was higher when children ran and jumped around, it still made one’s thoughts wander to more suggestive directions…
Lu Rong started drying his hair with a hairdryer. Ji Wenfeng withdrew his gaze, went into the bathroom without making a sound, quickly took a cold shower, and came out to find Lu Rong already spreading out a blanket on the sofa.
Ji Wenfeng was taken aback: “What are you doing?”
Lu Rong said softly, “Oh, I see there’s only one bed here, I’ll just sleep on the sofa.”
He hadn’t forgotten that he was now a poor, naive secretary who had never seen the world. Wearing the chairman’s clothes was already a desecration, how could he possibly share a bed with the chairman? A reserved secretary would never do something so shameless, she’d be drowned in a pig cage! If he wanted to sleep with him, the chairman would have to coax him three or four times before he would reluctantly agree.
Sure enough, Ji Wenfeng was quite satisfied with this turn of events.
He said casually, “The bed is big enough.”
Lu Rong quickly refused, “No, no, I’m afraid I’ll disturb the chairman’s rest.”
Ji Wenfeng frowned: “I said, the bed is big enough. Or do you want me to throw you on it?”
Lu Rong: “Eek.”
Ji Wenfeng got on the bed first, and Lu Rong sat down reservedly on the other side, lifted the covers, and lay down.
Ji Wenfeng sat on the edge of the bed, reading under the lamp. Lu Rong, taking a break from his busy schedule, went online to review the daily financial report of the entire villainous group.
Half an hour later, Ji Wenfeng turned off the light: “Goodnight.”
Lu Rong: “Goodnight, Chairman.”
Although he said goodnight, he was actually a little nervous, after all, Ji Wenfeng had to fulfill his “Calabash Brothers service package” across mainland China, Taiwan, and Hong Kong every night.
But this time, Lu Rong waited for a long time and found that Ji Wenfeng had already fallen asleep, breathing evenly.
The two lay there, keeping to themselves.
Lu Rong couldn’t help but turn over, propping his forehead on his elbow, and using the moonlight to examine Ji Wenfeng’s exquisitely handsome profile when he was quiet.
He was really into character!
He had been acting for over 24 hours straight; even professional actors weren’t this dedicated.
Lu Rong strongly suspected that Ji Wenfeng was competing with him to see who could get out of character first.
Why was he so dramatic…
Just as he was filled with questions, he suddenly noticed a small, pale pink envelope under Ji Wenfeng’s pillow, its corner peeking out as if trying to conceal something.
Lu Rong reached in and pulled it out. The envelope had three words written on it: “to Rong Rong.”
Lu Rong glanced at Ji Wenfeng. Ji Wenfeng was still sleeping peacefully, but Lu Rong had a feeling that the guy had just chuckled.
Lu Rong secretly observed him for a while longer, and seeing that he was truly asleep and not moving, he finally focused his attention on the letter.
He had never heard him say he wanted to write to him before. What was he secretly hiding? Was there something he couldn’t say in person? They were together from morning till night.
Lu Rong turned and buried himself in the covers, turned on his phone’s flashlight, held the phone in his mouth, and carefully opened the pale pink envelope, pulling out a light beige note with a stylish design.
It was written in the boy’s fluent and vigorous cursive script.
“Rong Rong, when you see this letter, you’ll definitely be wondering why I’m so keen on playing the student council president and his little secretary…”
Lu Rong: No, I’m more curious about why you wrote this letter.
“Do you remember how we met? That day I was testing a game, and Dad called me downstairs. You were standing in the corner of the basement. Dad told me, ‘This is Rong Rong, you’re family now…'”
Upon seeing the words “family,” Lu Rong quietly covered his mouth.
“…On the third day, we got married. Although I’ve been happy every day since, I want to do it all over again with you.”
Lu Rong: Sure enough, you’re starting to dream again. When did you get married? That was just a rehearsal.
“The student council president and his secretary, one aloof and cold on the outside but warm on the inside, the other kind, hardworking, shy, and reserved. They met through work, from strangers to acquaintances, from unfamiliarity to understanding… Isn’t that how most romances go?”
“It’s like a story that would happen between us in another world.”
Lu Rong: The me in another world would never want to have such a story with you!
“You must be thinking… ‘The me in another world would never want to have such a story with you!'” You could see the boy’s smile through the paper, a slightly mischievous and smug smile when he guessed Lu Rong’s thoughts.
“But, I want to meet you, a thousand times over.”
….
Lu Rong’s face flushed; it was really too hot in this bed.
He turned off the flashlight, jumped out of bed, then clutching the thin letter in his hand, he propped himself up on the bed.
The letter, slightly crumpled from his weight, revealed writing through his fingers.
There was more on the back.
Lu Rong recoiled as if burned, quickly pulling his hand away and kneeling up. He carefully moved his hand away and then gently smoothed it down.
The letter read—
[Updated Story of Ji Wenfeng and Lu Rong]
[New Content]
[A Whole First Love for You]
A tear fell silently onto the letter.
The boy, kneeling on the bed in the moonlight, wept silently.
He had never been loved like this before.
Lu Rong composed himself, secretly put the letter away, and hid it under his pillow.
He looked at Ji Wenfeng for a long time, then gently placed a goodnight kiss on his forehead—
Thank you for the gift.
Ji Wenfeng suddenly opened his eyes.
Lu Rong: “…”
Ji Wenfeng wrapped him up, blanket and all, and turned him around. “I can’t take it anymore.”
Lu Rong remembered the script Ji Wenfeng had carefully prepared and pretended to be the naive Secretary Lu. “President, no!”
But Ji Wenfeng smiled wickedly. “I’ll make you feel very comfortable~”
Lu Rong: “President, you can’t!”
Ji Wenfeng narrowed his eyes mischievously. “You kissed me first!”
Lu Rong realized that if this film continued, it would become R-rated. So he said seriously, “It wasn’t me who kissed you. It’s just that the secretary’s character actually has a past with the student council president. He had a crush on the student council president. So, lying in bed with the president at close range made him lose his mind. This is necessary for the plot!”
Ji Wenfeng: “Isn’t this a coincidence?! The student council president also has a crush on the secretary. So, the secretary stole a kiss from the president and was caught by him. The two of them confessed their feelings to each other and ended up having sex!” As he spoke, he reached out his devilish hand to Lu Rong again.
Lu Rong, her face flushed, kicked him away: “What happened to the sweet first love in school? Your whole persona has collapsed! Look at you now, do you still have any of that aloof, icy gong look? What aloof, icy gong would kidnap and r*pe their crush on their first day? You’re Jie Ge, aren’t you?!”
Ji Wenfeng blushed: “I… I didn’t become Jie Ge! You stole a kiss from me, you made the first move! How can that be r*pe? It’s clearly because you weren’t cooperating.”
Lu Rong: “…”
It’s not r*pe, it’s because the opponent wasn’t cooperating, you’re a true logic genius!
Lu Rong: “Even if the student council president catches his secretary stealing a kiss, he’ll just pretend he doesn’t know, and secretly smile a little bit.”
Ji Wenfeng had to admit that Lu Rong’s words made a lot of sense, but the die was cast: “That’s enough filming for today, let’s wrap it up!”
Lu Rong: “…”
So all that talk about giving me a whole sweet first love was a lie! You couldn’t even last 5 minutes!
Although screenwriter Lu frantically tried to stop director Ji from breaking character, director Ji’s late-night urge to make a social drama far outweighed his desire to make a normal, sweet, school-themed anime. He forced screenwriter Lu to agree to a three-way cross-strait “Calabash Brothers” service package. And because screenwriter Lu was wearing his t-shirt with red eyes, looking particularly soft and cooperative, director Ji’s inspiration flowed like a spring, extending the average length from 15 minutes to 18 minutes – a small step for humanity, a giant leap for director Ji.
At this moment, director Ji was already showing the potential to become a top-tier king in the gay porn industry!
Congratulations!
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